When we felt the safest

A couple of weeks ago I was chatting to my mother about how much I missed my childhood. I remember telling her that I missed Saturday mornings. We’d sleep until nine and we’d wake up with the world around us in motion. My great grandmother would be in the kitchen preparing time consuming beans for lunch, my grandmother would already be dressed ready to go on her Saturday shopping spree to buy lots of things she didn’t need. Meanwhile, on the south side of our house, my aunt and uncle would be painting the house. Neighbors would wave as they passed in front of our home and the sun would be shining brightly. I used to love to stand at the door that lead to my aunt’s yard and just take all the sounds and all the smells in.

“I miss it so much. I want to recreate that. Is that strange?” – I said to my mother as I prepared dinner. She was on loudspeaker.

“No, I understand it. You miss the time in your life when you felt the safest.” – She replied calmly.

Ever since I had that conversation with her, I can’t stop thinking about it. Could it be true? Do we really miss those times in our lives when we felt our safest? Can we recreate those safe places at our age? But most importantly; can we create those safe places without family around? Personally, I still need to figure it out. If anything, it is good to know that our families will always be our safe net.